�Your majesty. I am still here.�

The shaman with the mirror also stood in front of Elisneh at the same time to block Choi Han�s attack.

Swooooosh-

The arrows charged toward Choi Han.

�Pfft.�

Choi Han raised his head after hearing someone laugh. The old man whose ankle was in his hand was laughing through the pain.

�Pfft. You stupid idiot! Did you think everything would be resolved by holding onto my ankle?�

How was he going to stop tens of wind arrows?

Furthermore, it was not just the wind arrows that were aiming for Choi Han.
The shaman had sent his feathers flying as soon as he gave up on his ankle.

�Die!�

The feathers joined the wind arrows in charging toward Choi Han. Sharp attacks were flying toward him in all directions, giving him nowhere to escape.
The shaman with the feathers laughed before shouting toward Choi Han who was dangling in the air by holding onto the wind horse�s leg and his ankle.

�You�ll soon turn into a pincushion!�

Choi Han started to speak at that moment.

�So be it.�
�What?�

The shaman with the feathers wondered if he had heard correctly.

�Did he just say that he didn�t care if he turned into a pincushion?�

The shaman wondered what Choi Han meant by that.
It was at that moment.
He realized something was weird.

��Huh?�

Neither the wind arrows nor the feathers were charging at Choi Han. Everything was quiet.
The shaman looked away from Choi Han and looked around.

��You, you-�

He could not speak.
The tens of feathers and wind arrows� There were tens of thin black threads that were holding onto them.
The shamans� gaze moved until he saw someone in a black robe standing on the shoulder of a black skeleton monster. JrNovels.com